Monica Grabin: Music/Programs

This is another song Dad taught me. We used to do the dishes together every night, and we’d sing while we worked. This was one of our standards, along with Hard-Hearted Hannah and St. Louis Blues. It’s my favorite of this type. Short and to the point, and I just love the images.

LYRICS

Well, her name was Louisville Lou,
And what that vamping baby could do!
She was the most love-making-est, the shimmy-shaking-est,
That this world ever knew.

She's got the kind of love that holds 'em,
Big, black eyes, and she rolls 'em.
Hot lips, what pips, and no more conscience than a snake's got hips.

And when she struts her feathers and plumes,
The porters drop their mops and their brooms,
You ought to see them trailin' her, inhaling' her perfume.

And even old Dan, who's crippled and bent,
Pawned his crutch just to pay her rent.
Now, brother, here's my warning to you:
Keep away from Louisville Lou.